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Marlborough Express, Volume XLVII, Issue 34, 8 February 1913, Page 6

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CANOEING.

51- strong stroke, and the boat leaps, \ and ilie lieart grows merry! But I think of a little farm slid by, - and a dark girl at the-ferry. The sun dies, and a bird cries, and a bright star's gleaming: t And I alone in my small boat, with \ all the night for dreaming. . . | A strong stroke, and the boat leaps, $ and the stream swirls under; § And here am I by the small white town, in a sad, liush'd wonder. Lovers sigh and the leaves sigh—and bright eyes peeping: A boy laughs and a girl laughs. . ~ . and ah ! who's, weeping? A MOTHER. fton, throned upon my kneeSon, ruling in my heart! I anr fulfilled in thee, Knowing no life apart. If on tho rocking wave Thy little bai'k must drown, There must I find a grave— There- must my soul go down.--Into thy being tossed, With thee I fail or win ;•■ Saved in thy strife, or lost, Mine is thy very sin. Thy nobleness, thy power, Shall lift me to their grace; My life is but- thy dower, And thine my dwelling-place. Son, throned upon my knee, Thine am I to destroy; Oh, be thou great for me— Build me a deathless joy! V JQOVS AND DEATH. As lilies languish when the scythe has swept Round the tall stems, and borne theni to the ground, 3o she- lay deathly, but not dead; no sound 1 Broke From the watchers' ' lips; for _ had they wept, Death had approached arid^stole her as j H she slept; jLj Binding her heart with.icy fetters t -ixniiid, ' • a So gangly .she would Imaw not she g ..-spas bound.. I; •"• If '& mother must have sobbed; for-I>eatfe f hadstei>t ■ ..:' -jr ■ In. awful stilhiess to that burdened |l bed. ..'.'• i And yet he claims her not, she J seemed.so'fair, •',■'• 1 So strangely lovely as she slumber- i ed there, 6 ffhafc he bent down to kiss her pillow- . - eJ head. t One kiss and she was his; yet, for Lovers,sake,.' ■.. ■. . ■■-. He kissed her not, but 'only bade her wake. ANOTHER WAY. ctCome to me in my dreams, and their," One saffch, Cl shall-be- well again. For then the night will more than pay The hopeless longing of the day." X"ay, conic not thou in dreams, my f sweet, I :With shadowy robes, and silent feet, | And with the voice, and with the eyes I That greet me in a- soft surprise, < | Last night, last night) in dreams we 8 • ■ met, ' And liow to-day shall I forget, Or tow, remembering, restrain My incommunicable pain? Nay, where.thy land and people are, Dwell"thou remote, apart, afar, , Nor mingle with the shapes that sweep [The ihelaricholy ways of sleep. ;" But.tf, perchance, the shadows break, If dreams depart, and men awake, If face to face at length we see, &q thine the; voice to. welcome me! * THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH. West End beauty specialists say that they are being more and more extensively patronised by men. Ho! bring me unguents rich and rare Sweet subtle scents arid bland confections. iWhy should the sex, yclept the fair, Monopolise the gbod complexions? Siassage me till these ■wrinkles' flee ,/■ "^And cheeks grow round that erst were hollow" I'm sick of being only me.. I want to be Apollo.: 1 want to simulate, in fact; A youth that seems to be eternal; 'Tis only when a nut is cracked That one need fuss about the ker- :'■■• nel. What matters-is my outer shell, The which I spend laborious days on, [That Phyllis, whom I love so well, ' May have a treat to gaze on. For her I toil without surcease, Although I find the process messy; For her I almost bathe in grease And strive to look extremely dressy; i For her.whom I.would call my wife I patronise the beauty-monger And spend the evening of my life In trying to look younger! THE POET. Ho measures facts by a gleam, o' the ! moon, ! And calendars days by dreams; j He values less than a wild bird's tune j Tha world of mortal schemes: S Hi' dons the pack of tho Work-and- i Wait, _ j On the trail of the Never-Sure, j And whistles a song as he faces Fato j To follow the i^ar-off lure. j Fie says a word to the butterfly, And its mottled dream is Ma ; ) ilo whispers the bee, and it makes re- i ply ■ j _~ With a thought like a honeyed kiss; ' He speaks tlie birds, and lie speaks the :snake, And the ant in its house of sand, And their guarded wisdom is his to j take, ( And their secrets to understand. { Ik--- shares his soul with the wayside ) rose, j His heart with tho woodlands weed, | And ho knows the two as himself'he knows, And the thoughts with which theyj _ _ plead: j ■j.o him they speak in confidence, And he answers them with love, And hand to hand with their innocence j 'Strikes out for the trail above. ! 3worn comrade he of the rocks and : trees, . . j Companion boon of the brooks; . Through which hoary tribes he hears ■ and sees i Tho things that are not in books: j lie goes his way to do and dare, Lor! on. by firefly gleams, .And lays him flown with nevnr n care By-tho enmp-nre of his dreams. 'it-cb J'r-'sting—any etyle or oolor—